What the cat saw -- Dallas
DALLAS -- "Watch out for the stampede, sir," a young dude in a group of people say as I jog by Pioneer Plaza, where there's a huge procession of bronze bulls being herded by a couple of cowboys.
Less than an hour later I'm standing right outside the infamous grassy knoll and the former Texas Book Depository, where the shot was fired that killed President John F. Kennedy.
My 11-mile run included seeing feral cats in a large, quiet cemetery and a Godzilla-size silver stick figure.
Running has always helped me navigate strange new places. This time it helped me gain an appreciation of a city I previously knew little about.